Connected: The Call

Michelle Medhat

Connected: The Call

Chapter One

22 March, London, 5.45 am

 

Vice-tight and squeezing hard, massive hands closed in. Ellie Noor gasped, her mouth opening and closing, taking great gulps like a guppy fish sucking greedily at food. Little oxygen she snatched, but his crushing tightness grew faster than she could grab air. Her throat burned raw. Scorched by lack of air, her lungs took flame.

I’m dying.

Ellie bricked up the thought. Relegated it to an impenetrable fortress where only the weak of mind remained. Her heart thundered in her chest. Her eyes closed. His face filled her. Memories across the years. And always his warm, gentle enveloping, a comfort of softness.

His touch. Her Sam. A love of such power, it coursed through her veins. Embedded in her cells. A love for which there could be no surrender to this death that called. Her mind focused. Eyes that had seen so much, they sparkled in front of her mind. Leaving those eyes forever. Never to see. The thought blasted Ellie, shattered her to pieces, and then she surged within, scooping her fragments as one again. Clarity built inside her. Panic vanished. Hands pressed down on her windpipe. Signals seared deep into her brain.

It wasn’t going to end here. Not like this…

Silver shone, catching the glare of the car headlights outside. She wrenched her head around. Her gun. It still sat to the right of her, where it had fallen. If only she could just reach out, maybe, just maybe, she could grab it. Ellie stretched her right arm, and ignored the volcano erupting in her chest. Tips touched cold metal. So close. She stretched farther, her fingers taut as bones pushed hard against her skin. Almost there. The gun was in her grasp.

She lunged, he tightened. Ellie inhaled, but no air came, only overwhelming pain. She pitched forward and carried on, caught in a flat spin that seemed never-ending…

Ellie woke. She breathed hard and fast. Imprinted on her skin, his hands still. Their heaviness a visceral pain, despite out of slumber. The crushing, burning ache. A furnace raging inside her lungs. Ellie swallowed. Muscles seized in her throat. She gagged. Her saliva, a poison that burned turning her mouth arid and raw.

The silk duvet wrapped cling-film tight around her. Ellie pushed at the hot, claustrophobic beddings. She needed air. She needed space. She stood. Shaky disorientation hit her. Like her brain had been starved of oxygen. How? She knew not by what means only that it had happened. The floor beneath slipped away and Ellie slid with it, colliding with the wall. She clung against it. Support provided not only for the building structure but now her frightened frame. Ellie gasped, inhaled and exhaled at length. Each breath, a luxury to be treasured.

 

Connected: The Call Description:

“Michelle Medhat takes on and pulls off a Herculean feat by seamlessly merging Espionage, Science Fiction and Thriller genres.”Garrard Hayes, Best selling author of Bourbon and Blood

It starts with Ellie Noor hearing a voice she can’t explain in her kitchen.
Seconds later the perfect marriage she thought she had with Sam disintegrates before her eyes.
Learning the truth brings terror into Ellie’s life in ways she cannot possibly imagine.
Very soon Ellie is mixed up in a world of double agents, advanced technologies and brutal actions. A place where reckless governments are capable of anything and a terrorist collective’s sole aim is domination and destruction on a global scale.
A new reality where no one can be trusted.
As the shifting power play forces a desperate government’s hand, Ellie at the centre of it all, is changed forever.
But what isn’t she telling? … And is it all too late?

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